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Our Mission

The mission of SOAR is to rescue purebred Airedale Terriers who have found themselves without a home, and help them get started on the road to a happy, new life.

SOAR's Diana Muldaur Fund

Fund raising with star power. 

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Second Chance

Written especially for SOAR, click here to listen, read the words, and see Ryan Humbert's photo.

SOAR's Cindi Mysyk Fund

Click here to read about this special fund for Senior Airedales.

2020 Aire Affaire Event

April 25, 2020

Details Here

Layla's Fund

Layla's Fund helps adoptive families with unexpected expenses.
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Have you heard the old adage 'You can't teach an old dog new tricks'?  It applies to humans as well.   

I love to vacuum.  I've been doing it for over forty years.  My parents believed in teaching us young that cleanliness is next to Godliness.  I love the lines and patterns that I can make on my carpets with the vacuum.  When my children were young, I used to vacuum every day.  Mind you, the house didn't need it because I cleaned all the time.  You can ask my children.  After I had the mauve colored (how many remember that popular color) carpet just so, with the lines and patterns just the way I liked them, no one could go into that room.  Nope, it was on display so that I could admire my handiwork.  I like to iron too.  It is so rewarding to see those wrinkles disappear. 

We recently replaced the carpet in our formal living room for the second time in the 15 months that we have lived in this house.  The first time it was due to housebreaking Rocky.  I love the lines you can get in new carpet.  I've tried to teach the dogs (currently five of them) that they can't walk on the carpet after I have just vacuumed.  Today, I finished the vacuuming and went to change a load of clothes from the washer to the dryer.  Knowing I had to vacuum downstairs I should have carried the machine with me but that would have been way too smart.  I already have proof that Seamus does NOT like this big, bad, loud machine that scoops up any remainders of lunch before he can get to them.  Upon my arrival to retrieve said machine I was so disappointed, not only in Seamus but in myself.  I should have known that he couldn't be trusted.  Remember last time he just ate the attachment.  I should have brought the duct tape up with me from the basement.  I've heard it will repair everything.  I wonder if I can fashion a new hose for the vacuum cleaner out of it.   

Seamus says, "I did it Mom.  I really fixed it this time.  That guy can't eat anymore crumbs off of my kitchen floor."

Debbie shopping on line for a replacement hose. Seamus you're welcome mom.  I fixed it for you.  Now we can play.